Brandon continues to dominate

“Nathan, take off that ridiculous muscle shirt and go fetch me something to wear from my room.” Brandon directed our newly inducted servant.

He tossed his shirt on the floor next to his shorts and left the room naked except the pretty pink ribbon tied around his four and a half inch erection now controlling his mind and will. Brandon stood there, with his arms folded, still remarkably commanding considering he, too, was completely buff in front of me.

“I don’t even know where to begin with you. What the hell were you thinking? How long did you plan on having me be your butt **** spending my whole savings on sex toys?”

I didn’t know what to say. It was a fair question. I had to admit, I did not have an end game planned.

“Where did you get this ribbon? How does it work?”

“I found it online. It was a pop-up ad. I don’t really know how it works. I just know how to tie the knot.”

“The internet? Really? Fine, you’re going to order another one. I can’t control you by **** indefinitely. Actually, get two more. Wait, do they make them for women, too? Is there, like, a pretty pink tampon, or something?”

“I don’t know.”

“Find out! I have a feeling I’m going to exhaust the limits of my bi-curiosity with you two pretty fast. The sooner we can add some ladies to this mix, the happier I’ll be. Although, that gives me an idea for the time being...”

Nathan returned and presented him with a stack of neatly folded clothes. Brandon took them and held them up to see what had been chosen. It was a black sleeveless compression top and a pair of spandex biker shorts.

“This is what you picked out? Is this what you want me to wear? Why?”

Nathan looked down in shame, or fear, or both. “I… I thought it looked comfortable. I wanted you to feel good.”

“Oh yeah? Really? I bet you thought I would look sexy in this, didn’t you? Look at me. Look at my body. What do you see? Tell me.”

He looked up and slowly took in Brandon’s naked form for the first time. From the floor up, just his stance was confident and heroic, like a state. He had muscular legs from years of weekend kickboxing classes. As he continued his upward gaze, he couldn’t ignore the magnificent dick that seemed twice as big as his own dangling in front of him, soft but still encouraged with blood. From there, he followed the light brown pubes up a narrow path through his abs before it spread out over his firm pecs. He held his shoulders back, rested his hands on hips and flexed his arms.

“I see a man with a beautiful body. Clearly, you work out and have kept fit. If I’m being completely honest, I envy the size of your dick. I’ve always been self conscious about my own.”

Brandon smiled sinisterly as he started to re-write Nathan’s brain.

“Are you sure that’s all? What about this chest hair?” he asked, rubbing his chest sensually. “Doesn’t it make me more manly? Don’t you wish you were able to grow hair like this?”

“I do,” Nathan admitted. “I’ve always wanted to appear more masculine to compensate for my small frame and little dick.

“But, it’s more than that, isn’t it? Your little beta dick gets hard at the thought of an alpha like me taking over. Just look at it.”

They both looked down at his four and a half inches throbbing in time with his rapid pulse.

“Tell me you’re not completely turned on at the sight of my superior physique. Go on, tell me what you think now.”

Nathan looked Brandon up and down slowly like he was a centerfold. His tiny prick strained to grow larger, but had clearly achieved its full potential already. He bit his quivering lip and finally answered.

“You’re beautiful. You’re like a god. I wish I could be like you, but I could never achieve your level of greatness. The best I can hope for is to be close to you all the time, to serve you and be dominated by your superiority. Please, will you let me do that? Will you let me worship and revere you for all time? Please!”

Brandon laughed and finally put on the biker shorts and compression top.